[SweetSuicide]

**AHH!! It was amazing to re-read everything from the past!! Now time to get this thing up and going again!! <3**

"Aisha,"My voice was muffled in Swift's chest.

"What?" Swift ask.

"My mother, Aisha." I had not spoken her name in years. It took so much to speak of her now, especially after what had just happened. She would be so ashamed of me now. I can still see her face the day she found out I had become a traitor. She was hurt, crushed, destroyed and disowned me. Everyone who had found what had happened felt that way. I had really thought that after years of being gone people would forget what had happened, but I guess scars like that never heal. I was still crying into Swift's chest when I got the craziest idea.

"Swift," I whispered as I lifted my head off his chest and looked into his eyes. "Could we, possibly, just go to where my house used to be, and see if it is still there?" He raised his hands and wiped my tears away and look my face into both his hands.

"Of course we can. If that is truly you want. Then we shall go." His voice was sincere. I hugged him and looked at him and kissed him. It did not feel weird to kiss him and hold him close anymore. It felt right. I wonder if he felt the same, especially after what had just happened. I had never told anyone I was a traitor.

I started to lead the way in silence to where my house had been. The woods leading to it had gotten much much denser and the roots from the trees were much higher than I remember then from growing up. I tripped over one and Swift caught me.

"Thanks. I guess I'm still a childish klutz at times." I tried to laugh but the painful memories from those days were still playing like a movie in my mind ever since the festival. As we approached the house, I was taken back. It looked just the same as it did when I had left. Nothing was out of place. It was like someone froze time the day I left and I was now returning to unfreeze it for good. But I was scared to get any further. I did not know if my mother was home. I did not know if my mother was still living here. I did not know if my mother was still alive even.

"Well, this is it. Home sweet home." I grabbed Swift's hand. I was shaking. he pulled me close and wrapped his arms around me. His head rested on my shoulder and I leaned my head against his. This was a moment I did not want to let go of, at all.